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why. When Jayne was a tiny baby, she'd had problems with her bones and muscles. The doctors had butchered her in an attempt to make her infant body more comfortable. The downsides to her comfort and lack of excruciating pain, were huge scars all over her body. So she went from being physically uncomfortable to being mentally so, she has joked about it in her twenties, she said she looked like Frankenstein's monster. She’d had a hard time of it growing up though. Always thinking she wasn’t good enough.
     
    Actually Blue could recall the first time she saw her smile, it was at the reaction of her dressed as a zombie nurse. She had painted blue over her exposed skin, which was plenty with the tiny nurse outfit. She looked absolutely gorgeous! Even with her scars emphasised to horror Movie standards. It was for a Halloween party Star had organised when they were all about eighteen, still at school doing their A levels.
     
    Jayne with her melancholy aura attracted like-minded sombre types. They talked incessantly about how wrong the world was, confessing their secret desires for the planet, the end and everything else that could put a fluffy pink bunny in a suicidal mood. Star, Cleo, Eliza and Blue included, didn't appreciate Jayne's minion friends. When she decided to hang out with the girls her shadowy companions would disappear as if vampires hiding from the sunshine. In retrospect Blue found it amusing how ironic it really was. Jayne went on to become a Philosophy Lecturer – in effect she gets paid a decent wage for being herself – weird and melancholy!
     
    Jayne skirted into the girls lives through Eliza – Eliza took her in, took care of her when she started at Boarding school, as she was the year below them.
     
    She was the only eleven year old invited to Stars thirteenth Birthday Party. She was invited but she remained impartial to the whole event. She just stood on the side lines smoking cigarettes, dressed in black, looking like a mini mod. That was pretty much how she went through the entire time at Boarding School. Wearing tight black clothes, smoking continuously and lets not forget, talking. Talking incessantly about every theory worth a thought, like a good philosopher would.
     
     
    Jayne wasn't into the guys, she preferred the girls. She's never let anyone that close, never intimately, she still had her guard up, brick walls that were impenetrable. The girls were her closest friends and she barely let them in. It was only since she'd become a lecturer she'd slept with loads of students, but they would never know the real Jayne either.
     

Chapter Four.
     
     
    Kissing her neck, he held her tight, she felt warm to his touch. She felt secure in his grasp, he started moving from the kisses on her neck to kissing her ear then her mouth, she gasped beneath him. His tongue caressed hers, more kisses, passionate, she had shivers going down her spine, she felt alive, her hair stood on end, he smelt divine to her. He smelled ancient and musky, his strong muscular shoulders were under her hands, she felt them and then she was swept up into them. She couldn't open her eyes, but she still felt safe, his voice was warm, yet strong and powerful, he spoke in French to her, 'Je t'aime.' His voice both calmed and soothed her. She was held close to this mystery man, he kissed her neck again, biting, sinking his sharp wonderful teeth into her inviting irresistible flesh. Despite the bite she retains the safe feeling wrapped beneath the strong arms, her whole body shuddered with pleasure, the bite of ecstasy, a whisper in her ear in a voice so deliciously golden 'Mon Bleu. My Blue. Vous l'au rez compris assez tôt. You'll understand soon enough. Je t'aime. I love you. Au revoir mon doux. Goodbye my sweet. '
     
    Blue woke with a jump, half expecting to see a muscular version of Pierre laid next to her in this huge bed at Stars, but alas she was alone. Instead she heard the distant sounds of women gibber jabbing,